Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.